Take some time
Hurried up on
The light you make for me
Peace of mind
Is the only thought
That we truly need

Has
It
Reassembled like before

Stained glass eyes
Had their sound
As lashes beat around
Making light dance inside
The mind
Till time is through

His
Body is
Strewn along the floor

Travel back
To the past
Keymaram said
Past is dead
But it's real
To me
I feel
Interest in
How past begins

Take some time
To reinvent the line
That runs towards the Moon
Slowed down
Like clouds in wind
Revealing truth to you